By Sneha Chakraborty | 1 July 2022
A uni-directional flux drives me towards you. History in hands for a short order of future, The need is now, I must find you.
Enamoured as a jewel of time, The grace of nature enshrined in green. Not long will I be here, The momentum of nature against me.
This moment perhaps, a last flutter, and it's the last of it's kind. Before the duty to be so special rests upon myself, You must find me.
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